How Old Is Leon In Death Island Novels & Stories

I can't have that conversation with an 18 year old. To be fair, Leon did not look 18. He was tall and very well built. His arms alone were the size of Olivia's stomach and pure muscle. His skin was jet black as well, like night sky black. He had thick lips, large nostrils and short black hair. If he wasn't 18, Olivia would have found him very attractive. Not that she had ever really been into black men. "Erm, hi." Olivia awkwardly said. Leon's eyes lit up when he saw her in just a robe.

“I have a company that specializes in gravesite maintenance. I've set aside a fund. “I can send someone to clean it on every holiday. “What do you think? My efforts to recruit talent are truly one-of-a-kind in this world.” He wore a smile on his face. If I remembered correctly, Leon was only twenty-eight this year. I could not help but wonder how he felt when making arrangements for his own end. Noticing my silence, he continued, “I’ll be quiet. I won’t disturb you and your grandmother while you meditate.” I could not help but laugh. “Meditate? Come on. “Death is just death.

I finally asked, my voice low. Leon’s fingers flexed once on his thigh before he answered. “He’s twenty-two.” I exhaled slowly. Twenty-two. My age. While I’d been fighting just to survive, his brother had been fighting for the right to exist and he still lost. “What about you?” I asked before I could stop myself. Leon’s head snapped toward me so fast that I flinched. His eyes darkened instantly. “I thought I told you not to ask questions.” The warning in his tone alone was enough to shut my mouth, but I was still curious . He could own my body, but I refused to let him own my thoughts.

|Enzo's POV| I watched as Lea pulled the trigger and the bullet hit the middle spot directly. She was really good at this...and a lot of things. She was extremely good at what she does which made me wonder; Was she really the second best assassin of the American Mafia? "Yes!!!" The voice of Izzy shouting in excitement brought me back from my thoughts. Izzy hugged Lea who smiled before taking the huge bear from the man. She handed it to Izzy who hugged her bear and smiled gratefully at Lea. 'Thank you!!"

‘Leon, how old are you? ‘I’m 2153 years old. I look thirty. But after 18…’ ‘Every thousand years become 10 years on vampire age, more or less. Asten has explained that to me.’ ‘So we have 2153 years to catch up. But I hope my mother has explained my plans to you? College?’

“I’m sure Miss Giselle had her reasons, Sir.” “Reasons?” Leon almost laughed, but the sound was bitter. “She stole seven years of my child’s life from me!” Leon tried to get up from the bed, but his body was still weak. He wobbled as he attempted to sit upright. “Sir, careful,” Joe said in panic. Leon held his breath. “I need to talk to her. Now.” “Sir… you’re not strong enough. At least—” “I don’t care!” Joe was about to respond, but suddenly a soft voice came from the doorway.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

The next day, what greeted Hana in Danel's weapons-making class was Leon's old face. In his hand, the old bat was dead, its eyes aimed at grinding. Leon's tears fell so much that he wet the front flap. His mouth muttered to curse Hana with the most difficult words to hear. "That's miserable, Miss Danel," Old Leon moaned in a hoarse voice. "Before he died, he couldn't even eat half the roasted pupa. I didn't even have time to shower him last night."

"Isabella, I'm sorry. I already took care of Elena and Harrington Group. I avenged you." He must've thought that was what I wanted to hear, but hearing him out was my last tribute to the boy who saved me from the fire 12 years ago. Faced with my indifference, Leon finally broke down. He punched a pillar next to the camp, the dull thud echoing through the air.

Leon transformed into a small white wolf again and jumped on my stretcher. I was so amazed by the fact that he could shift into a wolf almost effortlessly every time he wanted. He looked much younger than I was, not more than 15 years old. I could tell that he was a very powerful werewolf for his age. Leon jumped on my stretcher and lay on his stomach next to me. Then, he wrapped his tail around my body tightly. He stuck his head underneath my arm. Then, he rolled around next to me, acting like a spoiled child, looking up at me with a pair of twinkling eyes.